“Is he here?!” Cherry Bomber heard the front door close. She left her bed room and raced to the banister. “Did he come home with you?”
 
She jumped from the third step and onto her father’s back with a glide that was much more coordinated than last time. Dumbbell laughed as he felt his daughter’s tiny hooves scamper across his shoulders.
 
“No, rocket. Mommy and I just went for a check up remember?”
 
Cherry groaned pitifully. “When is the brother coming? I’m tired of waiting!”
 
“The wait is part of the fun, kiddo, come on,” Rainbow Dash piped up while placing her saddle bag on the floor. “Besides, fussing won’t get him here any faster. He’ll get here when he’s good and ready.”
 
Cherry Bomber blew air through her nose like a tiny bull but smiling, tried to hop over to her mother’s back. Dumbbell thwarted her attempt with his wing, scooped her up like she were a cloudball and tossed her up and down.
 
“Hey, rocket, are you gonna show mom that picture you drew?”
 
Cherry gasped. “Yeah!” She wiggled free and galloped upstairs to her bedroom. There was a brief commotion as the filly tossed things around, Dumbbell and Rainbow Dash shared exasperated smiles before the filly pranced back down to the foyer with a picture clenched in her teeth and a box of crayons pressed against her wing.
 
“Fwee shish shere?” Cherry slurred through clenched teeth. She spat the picture out and laid it neatly on the floor, eagerly pointing at the colorful yet vaguely pony shaped scratches she had created.
 
“That’s daddy,” Cherry explained, not even waiting for her parents to ask. “And that’s you, mommy,” Her little hoof pointed at a blue and yellow smudge with a red smiling face, Rainbow Dash in her Wonderbolt’s uniform.
 
“You made sure to get my good side.” Rainbow Dash laughed.
 
“And this is me.” Cherry smacked her hoof on the tan colored ball that sat in between the blue and the brown. “I wanna draw brother but…” She pouted her cheeks impatiently. “I don’t know what he looks like.”
 
“Hmm,” Rainbow gingerly rubbed her chin. “Well kiddo, what do you think your little brother will look like?”
 
Cherry’s eyes widened, mouth slightly open. This was a new concept to her. “Can I color him?”
 
Dumbbell nodded. “I’m curious. Show us what you think he’ll look like.”
 
Cherry could just burst. “Okay!” The crayons spilled from the box with a gleeful shake. A new spectrum of colors emerged on the page.
 
“Blue! And…purples!” she scribbled a big blue circle with purple dots near the center.
 
“Uh huh, now what about the hair?” Rainbow asked. Cherry hovered over the crayons, considering her next choice carefully. Green? No, of course not. Green wasn’t good enough, not bright enough.
 
“Orange, no, yellow! Mmm…I think…red!” The color of fireworks. Her exclamation was followed by an explosive shock of red mane on top of the tiny blue and purple ball, accented to some degree by squiggly streaks of yellow. Cherry Bomber stood back to admire.
 
“He will look super duper cool.”
 
“He’ll look super duper awesome,” Rainbow Dash added. “Just like me.”
 
“Wings!” Though certainly not an afterthought, Cherry hastily drew wings onto the back of her blue scribble brother, as if appalled that she hadn’t drawn them first. They stuck out like large clumsy porcupine quills.
 
“They’ll be big and strong like daddy’s.”
 
Dumbbell’s chest swelled. “In that case, we’ll need your help to teach him how to fly so he can be just as good as you,” Dumbbell winked. “You up for it?”
 
Cherry winked back, stretching out one of her wings to salute. “Yeah! I’ma teach him how to be a Wonderbolt!”
 

 
Rainbow Dash and Dumb-bell wanted to give their daughter a playmate. And Cherry herself is very excited. She just knows she’ll be teaching her new brother all the flying tricks her mom does during her shows.